Monday, July 20, 2015

So, three years
and a bit on Second Life and I’ve settled into a routine.

When I first joined SL, I had no idea what I
was doing or, indeed, what I was going to do.
Eventually I found my way and, like most single blokes, decided to
explore the sex side first. I drifted my
way around various places, most of which were too full on for my virgin
capabilities. But, somehow, I found a
nice little strip club and became friends with the dancers and staff, as well
as the various patrons. Soon, I was
doing the horizontal pixel salsa with some of them. Soon enough, I found DJing and began a whole
new career, in a different circle of people, with different outlooks on
life. As my fan group expanded, I came
across a BDSM club and began DJing and shagging my way around the staff and
VIPs as before. Eventually I found
someone who was, I thought, just right for me and we started dating, eventually
partnered and I settled down, away from temptation and all that came with it.

And that,
gentle reader, is where I think it all started.

The freebird came home to roost and had his wings clipped. DJing became a chore rather than pleasure and
I ended up selling advertising for the fine publication you are now
reading. I stopped going to clubs and
quickly became a frail beige creature with no immediate circle of friends and
no inclination to do anything other than check to see which advertisers are due
to renew and work out what needs doing at the SLE. This is my own choice and I enjoy what I do,
but it grinds a bit, you know? I became a little disillusioned with SL and
quickly found out that I had aged well before my time. I would rather sit and chat in a skybox
somewhere or play table games than go to a club and throw shapes, either solo
or with someone.

I have strayed,
I will throw my hands up to that. I
cheated twice and ended up having a child with a hostess at a club I used to
work at. It wasn’t something I was proud
of but it was the danger, the thrill of maybe getting caught. However, I never fully appreciated that if my
partner ever found out, it would upset her immensely, and it did. So I have kept away from temptation and
buried myself in my work.

In other words,
I’ve become boring.

Gone are the
days when I could just head off to a club or a sim and just do my own
(non-sexual) thing and just be Mack. The
Mackenzie Abbot of old is still in there somewhere, buried under a few layers
of elasticated waisted nylon. So how do I
get out of the “drip dry shirt” situation I’m in now and start becoming more “ready
to wear”? I’ve no idea, but you can see
my current frame of mind. I’m comparing
myself to shirts, for crying out loud!

Mack has got to
the stage of being like an old sheepdog.
The eyes and bowels aren’t what they used to be; he’s maybe a bit
whiffy. A faithful old friend. Yet, despite all that, you couldn’t shoot him
in the face; you just couldn’t. You just
watch him plodding around and getting on with life. You feel like you should do something yet you can’t.

Billy No MatesPhoto: Mackenzie Abbot

Maybe I just
need to take time out and rediscover what it means to be Mackenzie Abbot
again. Obviously, there couldn’t be sex
involved as that’s a big no-no. But that
doesn’t mean I can’t maybe just take myself off to a club or venue and take it
all in. I don’t have to have company all
the time; alone time is good too.
Although, sometimes it’s nice to share your down time with someone. Seeing as, at time of writing, my partner
works nights and sleeps during the day, it’s almost never her; so I have to see
if my friends have some downtime that they are willing to share with me. If they do, great! If not, I’m scuppered and the usual course of
action is to log off and do something else, like watch porn. Trust me, porn solves everything! Fap Fap! Hooray! (Sorry!)

So, before I
too have to go and work for the man (job starts in 8 days at time of writing),
I’ve decided to try and reignite my interest in SL by trying things I hadn’t
done before. Something that might work
really well, or fall flat on its face.